Chapter 1170


    This ce was starting to feel like a ghost town, but who knew? Thanks to Wayne’s past history, the


    number of peopleing to visit Central Park suddenly shot up.


    Even those who grew up nearby and moved awayter, all came back to relive the past.


    Rosalynn and Wayne, masked and sporting baseball caps, headed to theke hand in hand.


    Seeing the crowd there, they decided not to go.


    “I’ve got less and less of a handle on this world,” Wayne said, looking at the sea of people in the


    distance. “This is not how I saw things going.”


    Rosalynn squeezed his hand, “The hype will die down. We’lle back then. Let’s go get the name


    tag first.”


    “Okay.”


    Wayne didn’t really care if they ever came back to this ce.


    After all, the person he’d been longing for was now firmly within his grasp.


    Having made prior arrangements, they went straight to the park manager.


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    As they passed the lost and found, there were still people gathered there, expressing their regret, “Mr.


    Silverman was quick. He was here to pick it up in the morning. We wanted to see it too…”


    Rosalynn looked at Wayne, and Wayne looked back at her, they shared augh.


    Then Rosalynn whispered, “Let’s go.”


    When they got the name tag, it was faded and a bit rusty.


    “Thank you for keeping this for so long,” Rosalynn sincerely said.


    The park manager, whose hair was already grey, said, “We didn’t keep it well, it’s a bit rusty.”


    “It’s okay,” Rosalynn shook her head, “The fact that it could be found is already a stroke of luck.”


    The manager looked at Rosalynn, “When my granddaughter showed me your photo online, I felt like I


    had seen you before. You used toe here a lot, sometimes with your grandma, sometimes with your


    friends, but most of the time you came alone. You’d buy a cream bun at the entrance and sit by the


    lake all afternoon.”


    “You remember me,” Rosalynn was a little embarrassed.


    “I do, my wife was the one selling the cream buns, she always thought you were pretty and well-


    behaved, she always put extra cream in your buns!”


    “Is that so? No wonder I always felt that the cream buns I bought elsewhere were never as good as the


    ones sold here in our park,” Rosalynn said, touched. Since she was born until now, well…


    You could say she’s been unlucky, but she always meets kind-hearted people who show her care and


    concern.


    You could say she’s lucky… but she had lost family members one after another, and her love life was


    also quite bumpy.


    She chatted with the manager for a while.


    Seeing more and more tourists, the manager was worried that Rosalynn and Wayne would be


    recognized, so he asked them to leave as soon as possible.